Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 261: Chapter 261: The Move After

There were many onlookers around, but they dared not get too close. Hearing that a duel was about to take place, they immediately ran towards the site of the fight.

Some feared missing out on the exciting battle, and even turned their heads to lead their horses in order to stake out a good spot.

However, those who did this were simply wasting their efforts.

Anyone who needed to ride a horse to get to the scene in time would not be able to understand the duel between three High-Rank Martial Masters anyway.

Yet, strangely enough, Lord Beiyuan’s second young master, who was already a High-Rank Martial Warrior, did not ride a horse but sat in a carriage, lifting the curtain on one side and trailing from afar.

Tian Yangni stood unmistakably by Feng Jun’s side, rushing along with him, and whispered, “There is something odd about today’s matter; you need to be extra cautious.”

Do I need you to tell me that? Feng Jun’s mouth twitched, then he smiled nonchalantly, “I have yet to take those two seriously; it’s more that I want to see what kind of game they want to play.”

“Once the fight starts, just be ruthless,” Tian Yangni sighed helplessly and said, “Regardless, when acting in the Mortal World, one must still take into account the factors involving the Official Government.”

This was about the importance of rules; he was reminding the other party that even Immortals should not act recklessly when entering the Mortal World.

By the time they reached the dueling ground, nearly a thousand people had gathered. The site was a square-mile stretch of riverbank flatland, with dense grasses and plenty of pebbles.

On the right side of the clearing, about a hundred yards away, stood a small mound about thirty feet high. The Princely Heir and Lord Beiyuan were seated atop it, each on a chair, with a tea table between them laid with several tea cups.

Surrounding them were seven or eight officials, and in front of them stood County Soldiers in formation as guards.

Seeing this scene, Feng Jun subconsciously felt a bit repelled. He was here for a Life-Death Duel, not to be made a spectacle of.

Tian Yangni understood his feelings—most Martial Artists regarded duels as sacred.

But he really could do nothing to help, and could only whisper, “I will go and ask for the Duel Document on your behalf.”

No matter how agreeable the other party was verbally, it was meaningless without proof; it was better to have it in writing.

Feng Jun then took out about twenty Gold leaves and handed them to Lang Zhen, “Go make the bets; I win, a hundred to one; they win, one to ten… make it one to twenty, actually.”

Such bold words indeed attracted attention with the glistening Gold leaves, prompting some to consider taking the bet—was it truly one to twenty?

However, the message Lang Zhen received was far more than that. He withdrew for about a mile and a half before stopping, then started to loudly call out, “Place your bets, place your bets… Divine Doctor to win, hundred to one; Divine Doctor to lose, one to twenty.”

Soon after, members of the Yu Family came over; the second young master lifted the curtain and asked with a smile, “Is any amount acceptable…?”

Aside from Yu Family members, Tian Family members also noticed this scene, and soon, a large group from the Tian Family also made their way over.

Finally, Lord Beiyuan and the Yongyi Duke’s Princely Heir took notice of what was happening here.

The Princely Heir sneered and said to the middle-aged man beside him, “One to twenty? Bet two hundred taels of Gold.”

The middle-aged man, pale and beardless, and looking like a eunuch at first glance, spoke in a soft tone, “Princely Heir, we didn’t bring that much.”

The Prince’s Mansion’s Gold wasn’t swept in by a big wind. They had taken the Prince’s ceremonial escort on this trip and would hardly need to spend anything on the road, as they were often treated to meals and escorted by Cheng Yi.

Upon hearing the Princely Heir needed money, someone immediately offered, “I have some, consider it a birthday present for the Prince’s lady.”

Right, everyone knew the Princely Heir was there to prepare birthday presents for his mother, and most of those present didn’t qualify to celebrate her birthday.

But the Princely Heir indicated, how could he, as a son, accept gifts on his mother’s behalf? “Bet a Golden Armor Charm instead,” he suggested.

The Golden Armor Charm, a defensive Talisman, was not a Natural Treasure, yet superior to Natural Treasures, crafted by an Immortal, which could not naturally exist and did not need Immortal Qi to be used.

Only the nobility, top-tier second-generation nobles like the Prince’s Heir, would have such items in their possession, and even the Lord Beiyuan Mansion didn’t have them.

Although its market price was also two hundred taels of Gold, it was priceless, with the haves not needing the money and those without having no way to purchase it.

Lord Beiyuan initially felt something wrong but was distracted by the Princely Heir’s large bet.

Only when he realized that both the Tian Family members and Yu Family members had run to the back, and the battle was about to begin, did he take note.

Feng Jun accepted the document, checked it over, and then put it away, standing ten yards away from his opponent, poised for battle.

“Begin!” At the command of the county magistrate overseeing the duel, Feng Jun’s figure blurred, and the silver glint of his long blade harshly slashed towards the Yongyi Duke’s Guest Elder—whose Cultivation Level was slightly inferior.

“Eh?” The Princely Heir furrowed his brows at the sight of the blade, “Is this… an almost magical weapon?”

Feng Jun’s blade, provided by the Yu Family through trade, looked slightly flashy with its bright silver color. Yet, the blade was heavy and old-fashioned. When wielded, it exuded an indescribable grandeur and prestige.

“It’s an almost magical weapon,” Lord Beiyuan nodded slightly, his expression also becoming solemn, “That scoundrel…”

He was cursing his scheming younger brother, Brother Bao. Lord Beiyuan, himself ennobled for military exploits—though he was an inherited noble—belonged to a family with a history of military achievements.

He recognized at a glance that Feng Jun was employing the Hundred Battles Blade Technique, a treasured collection from their own family stash. Despite the opponent’s impressive momentum, the technique’s execution revealed a touch of unfamiliarity, clearly indicating recent acquisition.

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Apart from that bastard Brother Bao, who else could have taught this man such blade techniques?

Feng Jun seemed to have made the first move, but in his heart, he scoffed coldly to himself, “Bastard, actually using underhanded tactics?”

Though his blade work was fast, the attack of the tall and sturdy man was even faster.

This man’s eyes shimmered strangely, his flickering movements capturing the attention of his opponent.

Feng Jun only glanced briefly before feeling dizzy and his limbs disobedient, thinking in shock: Mesmerizing Eyes?

Mesmerizing Eyes were actually a form of spiritual attack, very rare among martial masters.

More often, martial masters’ spiritual attacks involved the use of medicines and sound waves to create illusions, thereby confusing the opponent.

This person was quite extraordinary, and the guest elder of Yongyi Duke was also utilizing light and sound attacks.

This scoundrel held a huge hammer in one hand and a shield in the other, with the head of the hammer as big as two heads put together and seemingly hollow if nothing else.

What was crucial was that these two weapons were not smooth; they had numerous tiny facets that, at a glance, resembled a large cluster of diamonds cobbled together.

During the duel, the sun had already risen, and the glint from the many facets was dazzling and perplexing to the eye.

Annoyingly, during the fight, this scoundrel would sometimes strike the shield with the hammer, producing a queer, dull sound. Each strike could cause a person’s qi and blood to stall, followed by dizziness and headache.

The most terrifying aspect was the combined power of the two; with both of these men being unbearable to look at directly, one could imagine the extent of suffering for their opponent facing them two-on-one.

Feng Jun had a high combat strength but was unable to land a critical strike as he could not capture his opponent with his gaze.

In the blink of an eye, over twenty exchanges had occurred, and Feng Jun moved like a gust of wind, holding his own impressively. Innumerable spectators couldn’t help but wonder admiringly: Divine Doctor’s grand reputation is truly well-deserved.

However… merely relying on this level of combat strength, he surely couldn’t continuously slaughter Innates, could he?

Seeing this, the Princely Heir couldn’t help but glance sideways at Lord Beiyuan and leaned in to ask softly, “The poison… wasn’t it administered?”

Lord Beiyuan picked up his teacup, pretending to drink, and whispered back without moving his lips, “Maybe he has the Yu Family’s Antidote Pill… a miscalculation.”

“Then…,” the eyes of the Princely Heir squinted, with a hint of coldness shining through.

“Hmm,” Lord Beiyuan grunted softly, holding the teacup in one hand while making a curious gesture with the other.

Under all eyes, if they could overpower the other in the duel, it would be ideal. If they truly couldn’t manage it, they would have to resort to alternative tactics.

Feng Jun, relying on his nimble body, darted and dodged, striking based on the sound of the wind, while internally he pondered with bewilderment: Do they really think such a small act can handle me?

No matter what the other side was planning, after fighting for so long, he felt a slight dip in his vitality: It seems I need to learn a better movement technique in the future.

But now, was it time to pull out a couple of grenades?

Just as he was contemplating what trouble the grenades might cause the enemy, a sudden sense of alarm surged in his heart.

Without a second thought, he plunged his left hand into the specially designed pocket at his waist, where he kept a mobile phone with the screen lock deactivated. He expertly navigated to the “People Nearby” function.

Feng Jun wanted to see what kind of expert was approaching.

After looking for a while, within a sixty-meter radius, there were only the two combatants, with no unexpected arrivals.

Then he switched to “Nearby Weapons”, but saw nothing troublesome—no sneak attacks.

But why did he feel such an eerie sensation?

There must be something happening that I’m unaware of! He thought again and switched to “Nearby Metals”—any metallic item could potentially harm him, even if it wasn’t a weapon.

To his dismay, he still discovered nothing.

When he changed to “Nearby Ores”, he finally noticed, suddenly, a familiar purple glow about fifty meters away—damn it, was that a Spirit Stone?

He switched to “Nearby Spirit Stones” to confirm once more, and sure enough, there it was—a “Spirit Stone in Use”.

The problem… definitely lay with that Spirit Stone!

Exiting his phone and abandoning combat, Feng Jun leaped away from his opponents and after forcing them back with a fierce couple of slashes, he then looked in the direction of the Spirit Stone.

Yet in those few brief moments, a thick fog had mysteriously formed in the space around them, obscuring his view.

Simultaneously, the crowd of onlookers exclaimed in shock, “Damn it… what is this pervasive white mist?”

“We can’t see anything, who the hell did this?”

Of course, there were some who realized what was happening, “Damn it… it’s actually a Formation. Using a Formation in a duel, have they no shame?”

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